The room was dark and the only thing visible was a silhouette of what appeared to be a woman, being shown from the moon light that peeked through the window. The figure was sitting on the floor in a corner, back on the wall and legs sprawled out on the cold ground. There was whispering outside the shack, her head perked up. The voices became familiar, which caused her to stand up.

"I will talk to her, you should leave," said a voice.

"How can I trust you? You've been losing your trust with me," said the other voice.

"Don't worry you can trust me with your life."

There was a deep sigh, "Fine. I will speak with you later then."

There was a long pause, the woman stood up, playing with the ends of her scarf. She knew what they were speaking about, but she didn't want to know. She exhaled deeply and decided to go to the door. The man quickly closed it, but kissed her hard, almost taking her breath away.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

She looked down to the patch of light, "I suppose so. But what can 'alright' be anymore?"

"In time, I promise."

"Was he asking for it again?"

"Unfortunately….do you have any idea if the girl has it?"

She shrugged, "I honestly don't know."

"Don't worry it's going to be fine. I'll go do some research and see what I can find out. I'll come and get you out of here before dawn."

"You don't have to…I should be left here…this is all my fault…I don't deserve you..I don't deserve anything…"said the woman and became hysterical. He wrapped her in his warm, tight embrace and her head rested on his shoulder.

"Shhhh," he said while stroking her hair. "You didn't know what you were getting yourself into…this is not your fault. You are not a bad person."

"I've…lost…everything…" she cried.

"Not everything, it will all work out."

She wanted to believe him, she's wanted to believe him for the past 12 years, but she couldn't. She just couldn't…

Evanna Diggory bolted right up from the stack of papers sticking to her to cheeks from the sweat because of the nightmare she just had. Her eyes adjusted and she started peeling off the paper, assignments from school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was going to be a 4th year witch this year and taking harder classes than most of the students, since she was, after all top in her class and she didn't want Hermione Granger taking her spot. Hermione was also in Evanna's year, they were sometimes friends, but mostly enemies.

As Evanna tried to shake off the nightmare, the same reoccurring nightmare she's had for months, she closed her books and looked out the window. Nothing but yards of green grass, the DIggory's lived by themselves in London. Only a couple people knew where they lived in the town next door, Woodridge, other than those couple of people the Diggory's had it all to themselves. It got very quiet most days, but they didn't mind it. And it wasn't a long walk into town if they needed to get some things. Evanna noticed the sun starting to rise, she was always up before the sun, no mater what. Even though most nights now she hadn't been getting much sleep. Studying spells, filling in important dates and historic witches for her History of Magic class and of course, writing letters to her friends.

One letter though she read multiple times, it might seem obsessive, but she couldn't help it, he was her best friend even though she had more feelings for him than he'd ever know. It was her friend, Harry Potter, he was famous. His parents stopped Voldemort when he was a baby, but things still happen to Harry even though they're not always good. His parents, Lily, and father, James are both professors are at Hogwarts. Evanna is very close with them, but it is a miracle they all survived the night Voldemort strolled into their house - unwanted.

Evanna sighed and stacked her books on top of each other on the desk and decided to get ready for the day. She took a shower, got dressed and by the time she walked into the kitchen her older brother, Cedric and their dad was making breakfast. Evanna and Cedric's mom let them when they were little, Evanna never knew why and doesn't bring it up because it upsets her dad.

"Morning," her dad said. She walked to the cupboard to grab a coffee cup, kissed him on the cheek and poured some coffee. She sat next to Cedric at the Island that was in the middle of their kitchen, behind them was the table.

"I'll be leaving for the ministry soon, Andrea will be by this afternoon to check on you both."

Evanna and Cedric both said, "Yessss!" with excitement. Andrea was basically like their mom. She's been helping their dad take care of them since their mom left, she lived in Woodridge. She used to come over every day when they were growing up but since they both started Hogwarts she only came a few times in the summer, since for the most part they can take care of themselves. That is when they don't argue, Evanna and Cedric were very competitive. Cedric was a seventh year in Hufflepuff, but Evanna was in Gryffindor - both played Quidditch on the school teams and sometimes things got ugly.

"Have you both packed? We leave for Kings Cross tomorrow morning at 9AM sharp," their dad said.

"Dad, please, I've been packed for a week," Evanna said. Which was true all she had to do was put her books bag in their place, she made room for when she took them out.

Cedric snorted, "You're so weird Ev. But yes dad I'm packed."

"Don't call me weird! You're the one that makes out with your pillow!"

"You two stop right there! You're almost fourteen Evanna and you are behaving like a five year old. And Cedric, you're seventeen, you don't need to be so hard on Evy."

He looked at the watch at his wrist and grabbed his coat hanging on the chair, "You two best behave yourselves today! I'll be home around 7," he said. He kissed their foreheads and was out the door. Evanna and Cedric finished their eggs, toast and coffee.

"Do you want to play Quidditch?" Cedric asked.

"Is that even a real question? Absolutely!" Evanna replied.

They cleaned up their mess, grabbed their brooms from the shed and flew up in the air. It was a clear sky and perfect temperature, they spent most of their summer playing Quidditch or reading or doing assignments. Cedric tossed the quaffle back and forth, they did this for awhile until they got bored and decided to just fly…but thats when things took a turn for the worst…